Change into-able, pyjamas,
from grade A suit and astrakhan coat
to flannel and cotton set
or slinky little black dress and mink muu muu
to overstretched spandex -
The newly married couple
might indulge
in silk boxers and lace trimmings,
the tired student
might live a weekend
in fuzzy bunny slippers and overlarge T-shirt,
and the octogenarian grandfather of fifteen
might require
a light cotton nightdress:
his privates' unrestricted access to a healthy breeze.
This invitation reads:
PYJAMA PARTY!
WEAR YOUR PYJAMAS,
EAT PIZZA &
WATCH MOVIES
But the self-aware attendee
most likely will not wear
that holey T-shirt,
that low-cut silk spaghetti strap,
those stained boxers,
those rat-eared bunny feet,
or his great-grandfather's nightshirt.
No.
Because:
Pyjamas don't leave the house.
Pyjamas don't leave the room.
Pyjamas are not really pyjamas
especially if you sleep in the nude.
